Tuesday, July 5, 2011

McVarish always reminds me of the fairy-tale about the girl out of whose mouth a toad leapt whenever she spoke. He could say more nasty things in ordinary conversation than anybody I have ever known, and he could make poor innocents like Ellerman accept them as wit.

-- The Rebel Angels by Robertson Davies. Ooooooh . . . it is that last little bit that makes this especially good.